All I want to do is run into your arms and pray you don't push me away. I don't know what to do anymore. Telling your I love you was like cutting my wrist. I can see all the reasons why I can't live without you pouring out of me. Every second that wound is bleeding I get weaker and weaker. And I can't do a damn thing about it. All I can do is watch and wait. Only two things can end my pain now. After all the reasons why I can't live without you have left my body ill have nothing left to hold on to. I pray that one of those reasons stirs something inside of you, and you hold my hand so I don't feel alone. My wrist are cut, I'm bleeding out now; it will all be over soon.
